Thursday, 24 September 2009

Who knows what goes on in thoseDark miles beyond Montrose up Palamino CanyonUp there among the cold kennels of dawn Where unknown guys pay you $50 to park their ToronadosIt's every dog for himself they sayI understand these things only a little bitGot a wife & kid yet often I feel aloneTake solitary walks down by the black oceanJohnny O'Clock said his goodbyes on theseDead nocturne mystery streets didn't he? Then they hired him to a long-term contractThe kind that doesn't pay you any royalties"You can't unplug your phone forever Johnny"They said to him as they burned him down